cw: smut!, mean!Scott bc of course, misogyny, slut shaming, dubcon, older man x younger woman, secret crush, humiliation
Scott could not believe the shit you got away with wearing to work. Since you were the newest hire at StormPar, he would have thought you would have a little more decorum and decency to not show up to chase a storm in a tube top and mini skirt - maybe something more modest and appropriate.
StormPar technically didn’t have a dress code - and your clothes were weather appropriate, he had to admit, as you would spend long days and nights in the unforgiving Midwest summer humidity. He also had to admit that the two of you had a generational gap that could be causing the discrepancy - as he was ten years your elder. But damn, he would have thought someone from HR would have told you that you have to wear a goddamn bra to work.
It didn’t help his opinion of you that you weren’t the sharpest tool in the shed, either - in his eyes. He would always somehow get swindled into being alone in a truck with you. He would drive while you operated the equipment. It pissed him off, he felt as though he was being used to drag dead weight around the operation in the name of feminism - he wanted the best of the best on his team.
You made some rookie mistake one too many times for him, and you felt his disdain for you. Though he was one of the hottest guys you’ve ever seen, getting in the truck with him felt like detention - like you were in trouble.
The two of you were assigned to share the truck for another minor chase. Scott had been impatiently waiting outside your hotel room door for you to be ready to go for the last ten minutes, so he was already in a sour mood with you. You left your hotel room freshly showered and in a cute outfit you were proud of, just to hear him audibly sigh and watch him roll his eyes as you came into his view in the hall.
“What?” you demanded, fed up with his passive aggressive attitude, “why do you always seem annoyed with me, huh? I’m trying my best.”
Scott just smirked and shook his head. “I think if you were…trying your best..” he put the phrase in air quotes, “you wouldn’t be dressed like..” he paused, as if trying to find an inoffensive word, “like that,” he gestured to you,
You paused and stared up at him, baffled. “Dressed like this?” you inquired, eyebrows high.
“Yeah, dressed like this,” he scoffed as he gazed down at your nipples poking through your top, “I thought you wanted to be a scientist - not a hooker.”
The brazen misogyny threw you off guard and made your cheeks burn with humiliation. You couldn't believe your ears. This was the 21st century. The fact that some men still held such corrosive views, and one of them was your teammate disturbed and angered you.
“I-I,” you stuttered, face feeling red hot from embarrassment, “I’m not dressed like a hooker!”
Scott smirked to himself, satisfied that he got a rise out of and embarrassed you. His smug expression pissed you off even more, “Oh yeah, you’re right. You’re just dressed like a dumb, spoiled little girl who’s desperate for a little attention,” Scott felt like the dam had broke and he was saying all the things he’d been keeping to himself since you had been hired,
His words stung your chest and you felt speechless. You wanted to go back into your hotel room and slam your door in his face - or better yet, go tell the rest of your teammates that they had to make new arrangements so you didn’t have to spend another second with this douchebag, but you knew Scott was a way more valuable member to the team than you and that you had to make it work with him if you wanted this job.
Your heart raced, thudding so loudly that Scott could swear he heard it from where he was standing. “I’m not dumb!” was the only argument you could think of, “I graduated college just like you!”
“You think that means you're not dumb?” Scott laughed, “You make mistakes that cost the team big time every single fucking day,” he went on, “We just keep you around because you’re a woman and corporate cares about feminism or whatever the fuck,” he rolled his eyes. “You probably pranced around your university in these slutty outfits, too, didn't you? That’s probably why all your professors passed you, because they wanted to fuck you, and you look easy.”
Scott reached towards you and pinched and rolled one of your nipples between his fingers over your top. You were already so stunned and elevated from his words, this violation seemed not as offensive. “Did you show up to your classes with your tits out like this, huh?” his voice had dropped several octaves and all of the sudden your mind went blank and all of the elevated energy you were feeling turned into arousal.
All you could do was stare up at him and wait for his next move, mouth open in stunned silence. He took even more liberty and put his whole hand on your breast, easily engulfing its entirety in his large palm and squeezing. The warmth and pressure felt so good, and you had been secretly lusting after Scott ever since you first laid eyes on him - you felt like you were dreaming.
“Oh, so I was wrong,” he smirked again, smacking his gum through his grin. “You don’t look easy, you are easy.”
You wanted to argue that Scott wasn’t exactly the average man, and you wouldn’t let just anyone do this to you, but you felt like you had inflated his ego enough already.
He suddenly started walking forward and you walked backward, facing him as he backed you into your hotel room and closed the door.
That's how people would describe your relationship with Simon, even your friends gave you a confused, almost unsettling look when you first introduced him to them.
But you couldn't care less. Despite the constant disapproval looks of your parents—especially your father—you still kept on seeing Simon. That's why both of you are on your second year together.
Inside your relationship, both of you managed to stay . . . holy? Or maybe only you. Simon is definitely just holding back, he's aware you want to wait until marriage, and being the best boyfriend he is, he's willing to wait.
Though of course, you still have needs. And despite not wanting to acknowledge it, Simon insists it's okay if you do.
Kisses here and there begin to happen, even though it started as quick pecks on the lips, it slowly turned into a full-blown make out sessions. You pray after—you always do—telling God to forgive you for doing such things and having sinful thoughts.
But soon after, it isn't just kisses. Simon would occasionally pull you into his lap when things get heated, his rough and heavy hands guiding your hips to grind down on his erection, fully controlling your movements.
"'S alright, luvie," he whispers in your ear when he notices your eyebrows furrow slightly, caressing your hips, "It's not in, right?"
And how can you resist your boyfriend when it also feels good for you? So you let it happen, you close your eyes and let yourself feel pleasure, feel him.
Which is why you end up laid down on the couch, skirt lifted up just enough for Simon to see all of you, panties pulled to the side as the angry tip of his cock nudges your soaked entrance.
"Jus' the tip, angel," he coax, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek, an attempt to calm you down.
"Si . ." you whine at him, fat tears already threatening to spill down your cheeks any moment now, "I don't think I can—"
"Ya can," he answers, almost too fast, "Yer a good girl."
He places a hand on your cheek, caressing softly as his tip slide out of you, then in again, making you breathe in sharply. He makes sure to help you relax again, whispering lowly in your ear as he continues to slip his tip in and out.
He does that for a while, groaning lowly everytime he feels your pussy clench tightly around his languid thrusts—but then he lets an inch of his cock slip inside.
"Simon!" you gasp, mouth agape, your fingernails now digging further into his skin, leaving marks on his bicep. A stray tear runs down your cheek as you close your eyes.
"Shhh, luvie," he coos in your ear, kising your tears away and massaging your hips, "Feels good, doesn't it?"
When you nod hesitantly, he presses deeper once again, working his thick cock inside you inch by inch. It's buried inside your sweet cunt until it bulges in your stomach, the outline of his cock visible.
"Look at tha'," he chuckles darkly, looking down at where your bodies are connected, "Fuckin' made f'me, ye are."
His thrusts becomes harsher soon after, holding you down when you weakly attempt to squirm away from him, or rather his pistoning cock abusing your virgin pussy.
"Atta girl," he rasps, opening your legs wider in order to see more of your glistening cunt swallowing every thick inch of him, "Yer made f'this, made to take my cock, yeah?"
The size of his cock alone is enough to overwhelm you—but the way he fucks you is a different story, he does it like there's no tomorrow, like he's trying to break the damn couch. And his cock reaches your sweet spot over and over again, making your body shudder with each thrust, eyes rolling back.
He's so filthy, filthier than you thought he is. His raspy voice, whispering things in your ear like;
"Look at yer lil' pussy, angel. She's already so eager for it."
"Don't cry, luvie. 'S not wrong, yer still a good girl. My good fuckin' girl."
If you thought him fucking you mercilessly was already too much, you definitely weren't prepared when he fills your cunt up with his seed, hilting himself as deep as he can.
Certified perv speaking. Bucky who is so sensitive, his cock is so leaky and he has 0 control over how much of a mess he makes each time he cums. The serum dials everything to 100. The first time he saw you, he could feel spurts of precum dampening his boxers and he knew he was done for.
The first time he makes out with you, he runs off without a word after, making you wonder if you crossed a boundary but no. He can’t look you in a face and tell you he came in his pants like a teenager when you hadn’t even touched him. It took everything in him not to whine and whimper while feeling your soft lips on his, squeezing your waist a little tighter than usual when his cock started to throb painfully agains this jeans. As soon as your tongue is laced with his, he has to resist the urge to moan, his balls tightening, with cum pumping through his cock and wetting the front of his pants. His chest was heaving, body feeling hot, he couldn’t even dignify himself with a short orgasm. He presses his hand to his throbbing cock in the elevator, biting back a moan, hitting his head back against the wall when it throbs again. It takes everything for him to not unzip his pants right then and there so he can pull his cock out and stroke every drop out.
Bucky whose cock is sooo wet and leaky, he’s embarrassed the first time you have him naked, legs spread apart, a clear, sticky mess decorating the head of his cock, dripping down into his tummy. He wished he had some semblance of control instead of constantly nearly ejaculating but he has no idea how much you love on him like this.
You love the way his cock jumps and twitches each time take off a piece of clothing. The second you place your hands on his bare skin, he moans, his cock swelling more, balls growing heavier.
“What is it baby boy” you coo, kissing his inner thigh, his delicious natural scent and musk soaking your cunt.
“Sen-sensitive” he looks at you with pleading eyes, his cock throbbing, torn between needing you to touch him and staying far away because he has no control around you. He’s not a virgin but he’s never gotten head before either and he’s sure he’ll fill your mouth within seconds.
“Do you want me to suck your cock Jamie?” A pearly white drop drips from the tip and you smirk at how gone he is.
“I-I’ll cum” he whispers with pink cheeks, gasping when you take his heavy balls in your mouth, suckling and nursing. “Doll-please-I can’t”
He needs to be inside you, man handling you till you find yourself on top of him, your chest pressing against his. He doesn’t give you a second to think, pushing his cock in and planting his feet, thrusting up into you.
“B-bucky!!“ you squeal at the feeling of his balls hitting your ass, his fat cock stretching you open wide. He clings onto you tight, panting and moaning, the feeling of your tight cunt too much within a few strokes.
“Fuck, M’gonna cum!!” his back arches off the bed, head thrown back against the pillow, “OH FUCK YES” He can’t stop thrusting, holding into your overstimulated form while he empties himself, his orgasm unending.
“Jamiee” you whine, your greedy cunt pulling him back in, his cum spilling everywhere because he’s still throbbing. “You’re making a mess baby”
His eyes roll back at the thought of the warm white cream that’s covering your folds, all of his cum decorating your pussy and it just makes his cock throb more.
“I know-I know doll-Hngg-mph-fuck I can’t stop” his he whines, hiding his face into your neck, his arms nearly limp but his hips don’t stop moving, still rutting up, obscene squelching sounds growing louder. “It’s-its the serum-fucked my cock up, so sensitive, so much cum”
“You’re cumming so much baby”
“Yeah, s’too much, c‘ mom please doll, feels so good, you make me so hard it hurts” he babbles, rolling over so he’s on top, keeping his cock warm, his load soaking the sheets. He rolls his hips slowly, grinding his greedy length in as far as it would go, cuddling his face into your neck again, “m’sorry”
“It’s okay baby, it’s your pussy” you coo and realize what a grave mistake that was because he groans, his cock swelling again, slamming back into you fucjing you with a new purpose.
“S’mine? Fuck, all mine baby?” His eyes are feral now and you feel every ripple and divot is muscle tensed as he fucks harder, “gonna make a mess in my pussy doll, gonna keep busting in my pussy till you have to change the sheets. Gonna empty my cock in my pussy all fuckin’ night”
And he does just that. It takes him minutes for him to finish each time, panting and grunting, feral over how good his orgasms feel and how long they last when he’s thrusting into you till your crying. His mouth gets filthier each time and there’s no stopping it.
“Is your belly all full of cum baby? Did you drink UO every drop your Sargent gave you?”
“Such a pretty milky pussy baby, lookit you, covered in so much cream, get ready for more doll, m’not done”
“Better keep your night free doll, m’fuckin hard and I wanna empty my cock so bad”
His favourite and most unhinged things to do when he’s jealous and possessive is to have you naked on your knees while he jerks himself off, leaning agains t the wall, painting your face and body with ropes of his spend. His eyes squeeze shut as he fucks his fist, thrusting his hips forward when another wave of pleasure consumes him, nearly trembling and buckling over. He cums and cums till your face drips with cum, dribbling down your neck and nipples, and of course he’s going to get you to lie down so he can jerk himself onto your pussy, marking his territory and all you can do is take it while he soaks your-
Tags - smut, inappropriate use of cue sticks, inappropriate use of an 8 ball, object insertion, cum as lube, unprotected piv, creampie, masturbation, very public sex, girthy age gap, and you clearly have low self esteem. 1.6k words
A/N - ladies and gentlemen, my best work yet. the filthiest thing i've ever written. you're welcome
The Budweiser lamps hanging above the pool table emit warm, yellowy beams of light, and smoke curls through them. Uncle Willie, he calls himself, is next to you and watching closely as you line up a shot with your cue, and he’s puffing on his cigarette. He’s not a nice man, and he reeks of weed and tequila. Definitely didn’t shower today. This sleazy old fuck kicked off a conversation with you during a game of darts by saying whoever makes a bullseye first, the other has to take a piece of clothing off. Sure, you drunk old fuck, you thought. Play your little game. Willie threw his dart and you found yourself sliding off your panties from under your skirt as he watched, licking his lips. “Gimme those,” he murmured, and you dropped the fabric into his palm. Willie sniffed them, then tucked them into his front pocket. Suffice it to say, Uncle Willie’s not someone you’d ever take home to meet your daddy, largely because Willie’s got ten years on him. But then, those ten years are largely why you’re into this fucking creep. So…
He’s not…bad looking, though he’s not necessarily good looking, either. He’s not even particularly nice or even a good flirt. You’re just that broken inside, or something. But that’s a problem to address another day. Uncle Willie’s smacking you on the ass with his cue, urging you to hurry the fuck up. So you take your shot, and you miss. There’s solids all over the green felt, but the stripes are quickly disappearing. Willie said he’s always stripes.
He clicks his tongue. “Gotta put your hips into it, kid. C’mere a second, let Uncle Willie show ya.” Willie rounds the mahogany pool table and comes up close behind you, leaning over you as he guides your movements. He thrusts his hips into you harshly, grinding his hard cock against your bare slit. “Yeah, ya feel that?”
“Yeah,” you whimper, arching back into Willie, dampening his pants with your arousal.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ feel it. You like that, huh?” he whispers against your ear, now rolling his hips steadily, repeatedly. You can feel the blunt head of his cock against you, separated by only one layer of fabric - Uncle Willie doesn’t like underwear. Too constricting, he says. He’s gotta be himself, free that bird.
“Now go ‘head and try it again. Don’t fuck it up this time.”
You sigh when Willie backs away, frustrated by the loss of friction. Lining up once more, you focus on trying to hit an orange ball - pulling back on the cue, gearing up to hit it forward. Right as you do, Willie nudges your cunt with his own cue, making you gasp and screw it up all over again.
“What’s the matter with you, fuckin’ dipshit?”
“You - you’re–”
“I’m - I’m - I’m - Jesus, spit it out, goddamit.”
“Teasing.”
“Yeah, well, this is the real world, babydoll. Uncle Willie fights dirty.”
You roll your eyes, then let them flutter shut again as Willie comes up behind you, seemingly not done with his teasing. He drags the rounded edge of his cue up and down your slippery pussy, making you drip all over that wood, and heaven only knows how many people have touched it and when was the last time it was cleaned. Willie moves it through your folds, over your clit and back again, then pushes it into your drooling slit. You inhale sharply, bending further over the pool table as Willie examines his surroundings, taking note of a few people watching it happen. Men, some women. Some couples, too, with hands down each other’s pants, minding their own business apart from the fact they’re getting off on what Willie’s doing to you.
“How many of these things can we fit inside ya, huh? Give - gimme that shit, yeah. Let’s see here.” Willie takes your cue stick out of your hand and sucks on it, making the wood drip with his saliva. He rucks up your skirt and spreads his hand wide over your spine, holding you down as he lines up the second cue with your entrance. Willie eases it into you, clicking his tongue when he’s met with some resistance. “Shit. Gimme a minute, baby. Gotta grease you up a little.”
He rests both cue sticks on the green felted pool table, then undoes his pants with one hand in a slick, deft movement. Willie spits into the center of his palm loudly, then gives himself a couple of tugs before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, and then he quickly slides into you. One swift, hard thrust, because that’s how he does it. No time for chivalry or gentlemanly bullshit, asking if you’re ready and if you’re okay. Fuck all that.
You moan quietly, biting on your lip to silence yourself as Willie fucks you with no consideration for your comfort or pleasure. Because this isn’t the main course, right? It’s about one thing only. Two, actually - Willie stretching you out, and Willie painting your insides in all of his slippery, warm cum. He grunts as he pounds into you, his gray pubes tickling your ass cheeks. “Goddamn, baby. Y’got a real nice fuckin’ cunt.”
Willie speeds up, gripping both of your hips in his hands. He gives your ass a smack, alerting other bargoers to what he’s doing to you, and beyond somebody whistling, nobody gives a shit. “Fuck, oh - Jesus,” he grunts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours getting louder as he gets sloppier, closer. Willie groans loudly as he cums, shooting load after load of his hot fucking spend inside you until he’s emptied his balls completely. “Now you stay like that,” Willie commands, then sniffs loudly and spits onto the floor. He pulls his pants back up and collects a bit of his cum from your cunt that’s all stretched out and twitching, dripping a creamy mixture of both of you.
Uncle Willie coats both of the cues with the mess and slides them both in much easier this time, fitting them as deep into you as he can. “Yeah, how ‘bout that. Hot fuckin’ dog, huh? Let me grab a few more. This shit’s gonna be on my Christmas card.”
He leaves you lying there, bent over the table with your legs spread, two cues fit snugly inside your cunt. Willie grabs a couple more off the wall and returns to you, then downs the rest of his drink. He calls out to the bartender and points to his empty glass, then snaps twice. Another double, he mouths. Willie fits a finger between the two cues already inside you, collecting more of his cum, and lubes up the third and fourth ones.
“Oh, fuck,” you moan, feeling him nudge the third one into you. He pushes further, chuckling to himself.
“You’re a fuckin’ trooper, kid. Doin’ great.”
Willie’s about to add the fourth cue to the mix when he gets a better idea, though. The bartender replaces his drink, and sitting right next to his new glass of whiskey is a shiny black 8-ball.
“Hey,” he says, patting you on the ass. “I’ll getcha whatever’s on your Christmas list if ya let me fit that 8-ball there in your little snatch.”
“Mm, I want a pony.”
“Sure kid, I’ll get ya a fuckin’ pony.”
Willie pulls all three cues out of your pussy and trades them for the black resin ball. He smears what’s left of his cum inside you around the object (and there is plenty) and presses it against your hole that’s twitching and gaping.
“Care - go slow.”
“Oh, Uncle Willie’s real gentle,” he assures you, slowly easing the ball inside. “M’always gentle. Deep breaths, honey, you got it.”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. Even with all the prep, the 8-ball is still a fucking stretch. “But don’t just fuckin stand there, sweetheart, rub your fuckin’ clit a little. Jesus. Give yourself a fightin’ chance here.”
You reach between your thighs, feeling around for your clit. You drag your fingers over the 8-ball, over Willie’s fingers, then settle against your sensitive bud, rubbing it in circles. The pleasure that action creates masks the pain of Willie fitting that thick, hard fucking ball into you, allowing him to ease it the rest of the way inside you.
“Make yourself cum now, sugar. Let Uncle Willie see.”
Willie sips on his drink and sits on a stool under the dartboard, watching you rub your clit in circles. You moan his name with your eyes shut, and Gerry Rafferty plays loudly over the speakers in the background. In this quiet, dark corner of this shitty fucking bar, you work yourself to the edge, and push yourself past that point with Willie’s enthusiastic encouragement. “Yeah, baby. Cum fuckin’ hard for me.”
That tense pleasure builds and builds until it spills over and you gush all over that black 8-ball, rapidly clenching around it. “Go-lly, sister,” Willie says in a low tone, whistling as you ride out your orgasm. He slides off his stool and snaps a picture of you with a digital camera he keeps on his person, flash on. “Go ‘head and push it out for me now, sweetheart.” Willie holds his hand under your cunt, waiting for the ball to drop into his hand as you use your muscles to push the object out of you. “Attagirl,” he says, placing it back onto the felt.
“You’re not gonna like, clean it off?”
“Fuck, no. Shit's sacred and blessed now, baby. That’s good luck. Now fuckin’ scoot over, dammit. S’my turn.”
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Tags - smut, inappropriate use of cue sticks, inappropriate use of an 8 ball, object insertion, cum as lube, unprotected piv, creampie, masturbation, very public sex, girthy age gap, and you clearly have low self esteem. 1.6k words
A/N - ladies and gentlemen, my best work yet. the filthiest thing i've ever written. you're welcome
The Budweiser lamps hanging above the pool table emit warm, yellowy beams of light, and smoke curls through them. Uncle Willie, he calls himself, is next to you and watching closely as you line up a shot with your cue, and he’s puffing on his cigarette. He’s not a nice man, and he reeks of weed and tequila. Definitely didn’t shower today. This sleazy old fuck kicked off a conversation with you during a game of darts by saying whoever makes a bullseye first, the other has to take a piece of clothing off. Sure, you drunk old fuck, you thought. Play your little game. Willie threw his dart and you found yourself sliding off your panties from under your skirt as he watched, licking his lips. “Gimme those,” he murmured, and you dropped the fabric into his palm. Willie sniffed them, then tucked them into his front pocket. Suffice it to say, Uncle Willie’s not someone you’d ever take home to meet your daddy, largely because Willie’s got ten years on him. But then, those ten years are largely why you’re into this fucking creep. So…
He’s not…bad looking, though he’s not necessarily good looking, either. He’s not even particularly nice or even a good flirt. You’re just that broken inside, or something. But that’s a problem to address another day. Uncle Willie’s smacking you on the ass with his cue, urging you to hurry the fuck up. So you take your shot, and you miss. There’s solids all over the green felt, but the stripes are quickly disappearing. Willie said he’s always stripes.
He clicks his tongue. “Gotta put your hips into it, kid. C’mere a second, let Uncle Willie show ya.” Willie rounds the mahogany pool table and comes up close behind you, leaning over you as he guides your movements. He thrusts his hips into you harshly, grinding his hard cock against your bare slit. “Yeah, ya feel that?”
“Yeah,” you whimper, arching back into Willie, dampening his pants with your arousal.
“Yeah, you fuckin’ feel it. You like that, huh?” he whispers against your ear, now rolling his hips steadily, repeatedly. You can feel the blunt head of his cock against you, separated by only one layer of fabric - Uncle Willie doesn’t like underwear. Too constricting, he says. He’s gotta be himself, free that bird.
“Now go ‘head and try it again. Don’t fuck it up this time.”
You sigh when Willie backs away, frustrated by the loss of friction. Lining up once more, you focus on trying to hit an orange ball - pulling back on the cue, gearing up to hit it forward. Right as you do, Willie nudges your cunt with his own cue, making you gasp and screw it up all over again.
“What’s the matter with you, fuckin’ dipshit?”
“You - you’re–”
“I’m - I’m - I’m - Jesus, spit it out, goddamit.”
“Teasing.”
“Yeah, well, this is the real world, babydoll. Uncle Willie fights dirty.”
You roll your eyes, then let them flutter shut again as Willie comes up behind you, seemingly not done with his teasing. He drags the rounded edge of his cue up and down your slippery pussy, making you drip all over that wood, and heaven only knows how many people have touched it and when was the last time it was cleaned. Willie moves it through your folds, over your clit and back again, then pushes it into your drooling slit. You inhale sharply, bending further over the pool table as Willie examines his surroundings, taking note of a few people watching it happen. Men, some women. Some couples, too, with hands down each other’s pants, minding their own business apart from the fact they’re getting off on what Willie’s doing to you.
“How many of these things can we fit inside ya, huh? Give - gimme that shit, yeah. Let’s see here.” Willie takes your cue stick out of your hand and sucks on it, making the wood drip with his saliva. He rucks up your skirt and spreads his hand wide over your spine, holding you down as he lines up the second cue with your entrance. Willie eases it into you, clicking his tongue when he’s met with some resistance. “Shit. Gimme a minute, baby. Gotta grease you up a little.”
He rests both cue sticks on the green felted pool table, then undoes his pants with one hand in a slick, deft movement. Willie spits into the center of his palm loudly, then gives himself a couple of tugs before pressing the head of his cock against your entrance, and then he quickly slides into you. One swift, hard thrust, because that’s how he does it. No time for chivalry or gentlemanly bullshit, asking if you’re ready and if you’re okay. Fuck all that.
You moan quietly, biting on your lip to silence yourself as Willie fucks you with no consideration for your comfort or pleasure. Because this isn’t the main course, right? It’s about one thing only. Two, actually - Willie stretching you out, and Willie painting your insides in all of his slippery, warm cum. He grunts as he pounds into you, his gray pubes tickling your ass cheeks. “Goddamn, baby. Y’got a real nice fuckin’ cunt.”
Willie speeds up, gripping both of your hips in his hands. He gives your ass a smack, alerting other bargoers to what he’s doing to you, and beyond somebody whistling, nobody gives a shit. “Fuck, oh - Jesus,” he grunts, the sound of his skin slapping against yours getting louder as he gets sloppier, closer. Willie groans loudly as he cums, shooting load after load of his hot fucking spend inside you until he’s emptied his balls completely. “Now you stay like that,” Willie commands, then sniffs loudly and spits onto the floor. He pulls his pants back up and collects a bit of his cum from your cunt that’s all stretched out and twitching, dripping a creamy mixture of both of you.
Uncle Willie coats both of the cues with the mess and slides them both in much easier this time, fitting them as deep into you as he can. “Yeah, how ‘bout that. Hot fuckin’ dog, huh? Let me grab a few more. This shit’s gonna be on my Christmas card.”
He leaves you lying there, bent over the table with your legs spread, two cues fit snugly inside your cunt. Willie grabs a couple more off the wall and returns to you, then downs the rest of his drink. He calls out to the bartender and points to his empty glass, then snaps twice. Another double, he mouths. Willie fits a finger between the two cues already inside you, collecting more of his cum, and lubes up the third and fourth ones.
“Oh, fuck,” you moan, feeling him nudge the third one into you. He pushes further, chuckling to himself.
“You’re a fuckin’ trooper, kid. Doin’ great.”
Willie’s about to add the fourth cue to the mix when he gets a better idea, though. The bartender replaces his drink, and sitting right next to his new glass of whiskey is a shiny black 8-ball.
“Hey,” he says, patting you on the ass. “I’ll getcha whatever’s on your Christmas list if ya let me fit that 8-ball there in your little snatch.”
“Mm, I want a pony.”
“Sure kid, I’ll get ya a fuckin’ pony.”
Willie pulls all three cues out of your pussy and trades them for the black resin ball. He smears what’s left of his cum inside you around the object (and there is plenty) and presses it against your hole that’s twitching and gaping.
“Care - go slow.”
“Oh, Uncle Willie’s real gentle,” he assures you, slowly easing the ball inside. “M’always gentle. Deep breaths, honey, you got it.”
You nod, squeezing your eyes shut. Even with all the prep, the 8-ball is still a fucking stretch. “But don’t just fuckin stand there, sweetheart, rub your fuckin’ clit a little. Jesus. Give yourself a fightin’ chance here.”
You reach between your thighs, feeling around for your clit. You drag your fingers over the 8-ball, over Willie’s fingers, then settle against your sensitive bud, rubbing it in circles. The pleasure that action creates masks the pain of Willie fitting that thick, hard fucking ball into you, allowing him to ease it the rest of the way inside you.
“Make yourself cum now, sugar. Let Uncle Willie see.”
Willie sips on his drink and sits on a stool under the dartboard, watching you rub your clit in circles. You moan his name with your eyes shut, and Gerry Rafferty plays loudly over the speakers in the background. In this quiet, dark corner of this shitty fucking bar, you work yourself to the edge, and push yourself past that point with Willie’s enthusiastic encouragement. “Yeah, baby. Cum fuckin’ hard for me.”
That tense pleasure builds and builds until it spills over and you gush all over that black 8-ball, rapidly clenching around it. “Go-lly, sister,” Willie says in a low tone, whistling as you ride out your orgasm. He slides off his stool and snaps a picture of you with a digital camera he keeps on his person, flash on. “Go ‘head and push it out for me now, sweetheart.” Willie holds his hand under your cunt, waiting for the ball to drop into his hand as you use your muscles to push the object out of you. “Attagirl,” he says, placing it back onto the felt.
“You’re not gonna like, clean it off?”
“Fuck, no. Shit's sacred and blessed now, baby. That’s good luck. Now fuckin’ scoot over, dammit. S’my turn.”
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I need a close cis male friend of mine to rape me. I need him to come over to watch a movie with me, and when I'm in my bedroom plugging my phone in because it's about to die, he comes up behind me and throws me down onto my bed. I'm shocked but not scared at first, not until he climbs on top of me and shoves his hands up my shirt, groping my breasts as he forces his mouth against mine.
I struggle against him because I don't do this sort of this without discussion first. But I can't deny the way the blood rushes to my pussy as soon as his hands are on me. I try to pull away from him and he gets aggressive. He flips me over onto my stomach and yanks my pants down. Panic sets in as I realize what he's about to do to me.
I start trying to push myself up from the bed and I beg him to stop, but he's so much bigger and stronger than me. He puts one hands on the center of my back and pins me to the bed, the other hand dipping into my pussy and gently brushing my clit. The stimulation makes my hips jump and I sob from shame and fear. I can feel my pussy starting to gush. There's no reason I should be so turned on by this.
He rubs my clit as I beg and plead for him to stop, please stop, I won't tell anyone, we don't need to do this, we can forget it happened and go back to the movie. He ignores me and pulls his cock out, rubbing the head against my pussy, teasing my fluttering hole. Tears stream down my face. I continue to try to get up and push him off of me, but he's just too heavy and strong.
He slowly pushes his cock into my pussy and groans. My pussy pulses at his low voice, dripping more slick as he spears me open. As soon as he's all the way inside, he gets really violent. Fucking me ruthlessly as I scream and beg and cry for him to stop, please stop, slow down, it hurts. He slaps my ass hard and forces my face down into the bed, pulling my hair, ass up. He rapes my pussy and the stretch feels like fire because he gave my pussy no time to accommodate him.
He starts dirty talking me, telling me how he knows I'm a filthy whore who begs to be raped by men online. He's seen my blog. My face heats up in embarrassment and shame as I realize what's happening is my fault. He's just giving me what I begged for.
I start struggling again as my clit twitches and my hole clenches, pleasure building in my pussy. I don't want to cum. I don't want to cum from being raped and molested and violated like I'm some kind of desperate whore. He sneers at me and degrades me for being a filthy slut who's enjoying rapist cock.
He stops holding me down and reaches around to grope one of my tits. He tells me how he knows I'm a stupid bitch who loves my tits played with because I post about it like a slut so often. When he pinches and pulls on my nipple, I cum hard and sob. He gets excited by this and rapes me even harder, spurned on by my obvious enjoyment, and moves his hand from my tits to rub my clit. My pussy feels so good against my will that I start going stupid. I don't want to enjoy it. I don't want to like it. But my pussy is so wet and I cry as I realize I do like it. He feels so good inside of me. I want to cum again.
He starts telling me to just give in, just give in and relax and take his cock like a good little rapetoy. "You're doing so well, your pussy's so wet and tight. So good around my cock. Just let me rape you. Let me drain my balls into your cunt. You know you want it. You beg for it. Just let it happen."
I finally give in and stop struggling and crying, letting myself whimper and moan. As he keeps rubbing my pussy and raping his cock deep into me, I get so cock drunk and stupid that I start moaning loudly and begging for him to keep going. I beg him to keep raping me. He laughs at me cruelly and tells me he's going to breed me. Through the moans I tell him no, I'm not on birth control. He says I'm a stupid cunt and that's the point. He's going to get me pregnant. I keep trying to tell him no but there's no conviction in my voice. I'm slamming my pussy onto his cock as he thrusts in and out, and it's obvious that my words mean nothing. My body is betraying me.
I cum again, squeezing around his cock. It pushes him over the edge and he grunts and moans as he drains his balls deep into my fertile cunt, right against my cervix. He tells me how he's cumming and filling me up and breeding me, and I can't hide the moan it pulls from me. He calls me his stupid cumdump, his breeding bitch. Tells me that being a hole to rape and breed is all I'm good for. He makes me repeat it. I repeat it until I know it's true.
When he pulls out, he doesn't clean me up. He slaps my pussy and ass and calls me a slutty little rapedoll. He degrades me for cumming on rapecock twice. It makes my pussy gush.
If I finger myself in the shower to the thought of carrying his rape baby after he leaves, that's my problem
Your words dissolve into broken little noises, nothing but hot little broken noises against Simon's palm as he fucks your pussy open from the back. His hand is so big it covers half your face, his thumb digging into your cheek as you try to get the words out.
You try— you try— to mumble that you're not like this, that you don't make it a habit to let men follow you home from bars, don't let them fuck just because they pulled a drunk off your arm, but it only comes out wet and incoherent, smeared into the calluses on his palm.
Simon's watching your sweet pussy fuck right open, eyes sharp even through the mess of sweat on his brow, fixed on the way you stretch and drag around his cock, clinging to him every time he pulls out just to drive back in harder, deeper.
It's then that he hears the muffled garble, feels your jaw working against his hand and leans close, his breath fanning hot over the crown of your head. "Whas'at, sweet'eart? Tryn' to tell me somethin'?"
But he doesn't let you speak, not after feeling the first flutter of your pussy, the warning tremor that tells him you're close. Whatever he keeps forcing back down your throat can wait— That's it, right there, let it fuckin' take ya— and you can feel teeth scraping your skin as he presses down, caging you in.
It's only after your orgasm rips through you like wildfire, clutching his cock so fucking sweet, until you've come twice? thrice? that he peels his hand away, leaving your mouth damp with spit where you gasped into his palm, and grips your jaw, forcing your head back towards his chest. "Atta doll. Took me right through it. Go on, now. Say what you were tryin' so hard to get out."
"Mmm—I'm not— I don't— don't usually do this. I'm—"
Simon rolls his hips, and a half-sob half-plea tears from your throat. "No?" His voice is rough, thick with condescension, the rumble vibrating through his chest and into your spine. "'s that why you're trippin' over your pretty little shoes to fuck back on it?"
He can feel the way you’re tightening, see the glossy slick dampening the hair at the base of his cock and running down his thighs. Simon drags you tighter against him, making sure you feel every single inch of him even as your words splutter and break.
"Tell yourself whatever helps you sleep at night."
Summary: Though you don't really want to, Butcher persuades you to fuck Soldier Boy in front of him since he believes that your relationship is becoming duller by the day.
Pairing: Soldier Boy, Billy Butcher / Reader
Warnings: Dark Fiction!, +18! (MINORS DNI), smut, dirty talk, threesome, rough Soldier Boy, Butcher is a manipulative boyfriend , hair pulling, breath playing, kinda forced, established relationship, forced oral sex, multiple orgasms, reader is manipulated, overstimulation, porn without plot, a plot twist in the end
Word Count: 2709
A/N: English is not my first language.
This is for @anundyingfidelity. I love you and your stories, bestie.
You let out a loud gasp as you locked your legs around Butcher's hips, squeezing him till he hit your most sensitive spots.
Sucking his lower lip, you used one hand to brush his thick beard and the other to nail his back in an attempt to stop yourself from moaning.
"Don't hold yourself back, love," he smirked at you. Let me listen to those lovely sounds. You are free to be as noisy as you would like to."
You questioned, "What if he's listening?" and gasped softly as Butcher tightly gripped your nipple and squeezed one of your tits, causing you to scream.
He continued, firmly thrusting his cock inside your pussy, “Are you afraid he's jerking off right now to your moanings? He better be.”
You cried out, “Don't say such things,” as he began to fuck into you more and more inside of you.
He spit in his palm and began to stroke your clit, muttering, “Why? Imagine him jerking off while watching us, getting hard watching your cunt railed by me.”
“Screw you, Butcher. Shut up,” you said, hitting him fiercely on the shoulder as he attempted to make you scream once again.
“The thought of you looking like this fucking drives me on so much. Are you okay with him watching us? Do you want to see your pussy full of my jizz as he watches you being fucked and cum in his hands? He must be beating his cock right now, hearing me filling your tight cunt.”
“No,” you said as you raised your hips in an attempt to match his tremendous rhythm. When he spoke to you in that manner, it was difficult to get off. “Cut it, Butcher.”
Despite your constant statements that you weren't into that kind of thing, Butcher was becoming more and more brutal with each stroke. This put your relationship on the brink, but you still cared deeply for him and found it difficult to please him at times, which left you feeling quite exhausted.
Butcher roared, “Fuck, yes,” slowing down to take his time and enjoy the twisted moment. “Maybe I should let him watch next time or even join; let him fuck you raw.”
You managed to say, “I don't like it when you talk this way,” in between his embarrassing words.
“Your body seems to like it, though,” Butcher remarked slyly. “Right now, your pussy clenches around my cock so well. Are you okay with him fucking you?”
“No,” you said, your eyes welling up with tears from his powerful hits, which were both pleasurable and painful. Even though you were so close, he was taking his time to enrage you. “All I want is you. The only person I want to fuck is you.”
Butcher turned you, pressing your face into the covers with a roar. You forced yourself to look away as he continued talking about really obscene things and becoming lost in his own fantasies, but his hand stopped you from speaking.
“I'm going to let him fuck you and rail your tight cunt till he fills your pussy up, until you are ready for me to be filled. Is it okay if he spills inside your pussy? Would you rather be fucked by someone else in front of your boyfriend?”
His hand over your mouth prevented you from denying it and telling him to stop talking. Your eyes welled up with tears as you continued to scream into his palm as he began to pound into you quickly and violently. While your other hand was firmly gripping the sheets beneath you, you tried to get him to relax by holding his palm to your mouth, but he pressed it even harder. You were really close.
“See your pussy's reaction to me. You need another cock so much. My girlfriend is such a big slut; I didn't know that.”
This time, Butcher moved his hand away from your lips and gave you a hard spanking on your ass cheek, nearly causing you to shout out in agony and pleasure. You moaned, “Please,” not really comprehending what you were pleading for.
“Please what?” Excited, Butcher asked. He continued to stroke his cock inside of you while gathering and pulling your hair. “Tell me you want to be fucked by him. How much do you want to be fucked by him, huh? Imagine Soldier Boy sucking your cunt.”
With one forceful stroke, Butcher slammed his cock into your pussy just as you tightened around it, roaring as he began to come inside of you. You finally clutched around his cock, moaning as your orgasm hit strong because his triggered yours.
“Fuck, love. That was good,” Butcher remarked, grunting as he removed his softened cock from your pussy.
Your cheeks reddened as you straightened your skirt, pulling up your underwear and giving him a furious look. “You know I don't like it when you talk about threesomes or anything related.”
He murmured, “Come on,” embracing you in his arms as he lit a cigarette. “We haven't been together for fucking two years, and you're not interested in trying anything new. You are aware that our relationship is currently becoming a little monotonous.”
You questioned with shock and disgust, “Boring? We love each other. Is this not enough?”
“Love can't solve everything out, my dear.” Butcher planted a firmly planted kiss on your lips. “You need to be receptive to new ideas. You know, I wasn't aware that you were so old-fashioned-minded.”
You refused, blushing with shame. “I'm not,” you said. “But what if it ruins our relationship?”
“It fucking won't,” he murmured, running his fingers over your tender spot. “It will make our relationship even better than before.”
You asked, hoping that at some point he would change his mind because it was twisted as fuck and you didn't want another man to touch you: “Do you really want to watch me getting fucked by someone else though?” Not Soldier Boy, in particular.
“Is it not evident? I want to jerk off and watch your gorgeous pussy get filled up with another man's sperm while you scream and get fucked hard.”
You sighed and reluctantly replied, “Okay.” A grin appeared on Butcher's face. He was shocked to see that, after weeks of trying, you were finally saying yes. “So be it.”
A week later, with just the three of you living in the house, Butcher was fucking you with his fingers when Soldier Boy burst through the door, smoking some weed.
When your eyes met his green ones, you wanted to press your knees together, but Butcher grabbed you firmly and murmured, “Don't be shy, relax,” as if it were natural and not at all awkward.
Before giving you a sly grin, Soldier Boy sat on the closest chair and smelled the white from the desk in front of him.
You made an effort to clear your head and concentrate just on the pleasure. You moaned in protest when Butcher stopped, leaving you on edge, just as your walls were about to tighten.
He noticed and then said, “You're ready now,” whispering to your lips as Soldier Boy removed his shirt, his broad muscles in sight.
After Butcher kissed you firmly, you put your knees together and sat in the chair that was very next to the bed, feeling a little uneasy.
Soldier Boy whispered, “Let's see what your little girlfriend is capable of.” He worked his cock and pulled down his sweatpants. “Come here.”
He moved your body on the bed before you could respond, put his hand behind your back, and brought his cock to your lips. You assumed it would be limited to simple fucking. In your lengthy partnership, even Butcher had only ever fucked your mouth two or three times. Now, a stranger who you had never even fucked before was going to make you suck him.
Before you could say anything, he slipped his cock between your lips, and your pulse was pounding in your chest. You gagged strongly, pressing your hands across his thighs to make him slow down.
With a deep voice, Butcher said, “Suck him good,” stroking himself as he watched your eyes well up with tears from being fucked on the mouth.
Soldier Boy moaned, “Use that mouth better,” and forcefully pressed his cock to your throat. It was difficult to swallow everything because it was so much larger than Butcher's.
His hand stoked your hair as you palmed his testicles and squeezed him, all while using your tongue to satiate him and get him to release his grip.
When you began to use your tongue and hands simultaneously, he groaned loudly. "Look at her eagerness. Desperately trying to make me cum in her mouth like a bitch.”
He halted your motion, grasped his shaft, and fixed your head in position. His precum was dripping from the tip, and his thumb hovered over the head of the cock.
This time, he said, “Suck the head,” pressing the head between your lips once more. “Look at me.”
His salty precum covered your tongue as you sucked the head off his shaft and took a look at him. It tasted nasty and salty. similar to Butcher's.
As he watched you suck Soldier Boy's hardness, Butcher remarked, “Fuck, you are so hot like this, baby,” and continued to stroke his dick.
“Fuck, I'm about to cum; don't you fucking stop.” With a moan, Soldier Boy kept your head still.
When he told you he was getting close, you attempted to back off. After all, you've never been fond of the taste of sperm.
Butcher remarked with a cunning smirk, “She doesn't like it to be spilled in her throat. You may, however, spill over her face. She finds it more appealing.”
“Do you take permission when you fuck her mouth and are about to cum?” With a single, hard thrust, Soldier Boy laughed and plunged his cock deep into your throat. His legs continued to push against your hands, which were trying to stop him before he reached your mouth, and your eyes began to well up with tears. “Relax your throat or it will be harder for you.”
When he groaned and began to fuck into your mouth, pushing it all the way down and spilling, filling your lips with his thick, white ropes, you kept moaning in fear. “Swallow it all.”
“Yes, fuck,” Butcher groaned out. "You're so fucking hot like this. Allow him to fill that lovely mouth."
You followed his instructions, and when he finished spitting inside your throat and you gasped, he pulled his cock out of your lips.
Soldier Boy pushed you to the bed and stated, “Not bad, but it can be better,” preventing you from catching some air.
He immediately inserted two fingers into your pussy and groaned, “Fucking slut. You are very wet. Look at you. Is it pleasant to get face-fucked by someone else in front of the one you love?”
“No,” you replied, trying not to break down too soon and astonished at how already wet you were. You were incredibly close.
“You adored it to the hilt. Perhaps you enjoy being forced? Did you enjoy being dominated?”
This time, you didn't respond, and as you rode your climax, your walls constricted around his fingers, causing your lips to separate in pleasure. You moaned so loudly that it caused Butcher to experience an orgasm as well.
“Fuck, sweetie.” He said, “I knew you would like it,” as he approached you and observed Soldier Boy continuing to finger your pussy. You wanted him to slow down, but he kept forcing his fingers inside, even though you felt oversensitive and your legs were shaking.
With a “Now it's time for real fuck,” Soldier Boy turned to face you and gave you a spank to your ass behind you.
Soldier Boy moved behind you, pumping his hardness a little harder, and Butcher took himself in hand again.
When Soldier Boy shoved his cock inside and Butcher groaned, “Look at me when he fucks you,” you closed your eyes.
When you opened your eyes, you saw him stroking himself while he watched you get railed by another man.
You were momentarily out of breath when Soldier Boy began to fuck you raw and hard while holding your hips tightly. His balls were slamming against your clit and making nasty noises while he was hissing behind you. You bit your lip to stop yourself from moaning, but as soon as he began to quickly stroke your most sensitive area, you began to scream with both pleasure and pain.
Soldier Boy growled, “You fucking shameless slut,” and he hurried to get behind you. “Look at your guy as he takes himself in hand while I'm giving you a raw fuck. You enjoy being taken on by a stranger so much, don't you? You tightly clasp around me. Fuck it. From now on, I will fuck you every day.”
He forced your head into the covers, causing you to gasp for air while he continued to pound into you. You tried to get a breath, but you were powerless against his strong grip.
He grinned and added, “Cum around my cock or I'm not going to let you go. Cum around my cock while your boyfriend watches you getting railed.”
You clenched around him, desperate for air, and with a silent groan, you stepped around him. His strong hands made you tremble, and your climax lingered longer than expected, much to your surprise.
“This is how you fuck your woman,” Soldier Boy declared. “By stopping fucking taking permissions and giving what her slut body needed.”
Butcher got to the bed with a roar, and you found yourself on top of him. “Come here, baby.”
Your eyes widened in horror as Butcher shoved his cock inside your pussy while Soldier Boy was still inside of you. You trembled and whispered, “It's not possible.”
Your ass got spanked by Soldier Boy, who moaned, “Fucking shut up.”
You clasped your hands around Butcher's arms and screamed as their huge cocks were shoved in your pussy.
“You're so gorgeous like this, taking our cocks so good,” Butcher murmured when he simultaneously began to fuck you and so did Soldier Boy.
To press your pained moans, you started to kiss Butcher while Soldier Boy kept soaking and insulting you as he fucked you from behind.
“Such sluts like you have to be fucked exactly like this. For you, one cock is never enough. See your body's reaction when you take two dicks at once. You're encircling me with clamps and fucking leaking.”
Butcher moaned, “Keep going,” as he gave you short, hard strokes.
Soldier Boy muttered, “Gonna fill you up, baby,” and gently bit your neck while speaking in your ear.
Soldier Boy moaned as he fucked you with Butcher, and with one last blow, he began to spill inside of you, causing Butcher to have another orgasm. This continued until Soldier Boy humiliated you with words in every way possible.
With a loud gasp, you clamped around Butcher and continued to kiss him passionately.
Soldier Boy moaned, “Oh fuck,” as he continued to spill his thick white ropes inside of you and kissed the back of your neck firmly.
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Turning your back to him, you kissed him on the lips passionately and said, “That was so good, baby.”
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